Innocent Love

The wind blows softly tonite and my canvas is the darkness of the thickness; this thick color of the sky.

I want you as a canvas.

A canvas I can put my kisses on.

The circles around the moon and the clouds at night; a filmy grey tells me that you cannot seem to be without love.

My dear; you are my lamb.

You could never bring yourself to hurt nature in itself.

You are the gentle breeze and the warmth of the sun on a Summer’s day.

But it is only Spring darling and you although we met are imaginary as all romanticized thoughts should be like.

What are we really?

Are we defined by what it is we see?

Because I see you.

And in you, I see love.

Innocent love.